"Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know you were in here." She quickly put her hand down alongside her other hand which was tucked between her legs. ...My curiosity made me ask the forthright question of what she was doing. "I just woke up," she replied. "Cleaning up now. You had a lot of cum," she smiled. I chucked, "Were you inspecting it?" Blushing she shrugged, "You could say that...Want to take a shower with me?" I didn't hesitate to say yes and joined her inside the large glass shower as. Time seemed to stand still as he entered me inch by inch. I focused on the pleasure I was feeling and despite the slight pain Paul’s thick cock was causing. Seconds later, he was all the way inside. I sat still for a second letting my vagina adjust to its new invader. I felt myself spasming around his shaft and before I knew it, I was having my first vaginal orgasm without so much as a single thrust. As it began, I gyrated my hips and let the orgasm tear through me. Once I recovered, I started. She had been shopping. After dropping her bag on the counter she came over and sat next to me.We were both frazzled. We sat for several minutes before she looked at me and giggled. I stared back at her wondering what was so amusing. Her laughter was contagious and we were both laughing before I knew it.Connie's was in a mischievous mood. It reminded me of the time we put a hunk of dry ice in a half can of house paint and set it at her boss's door and rang the bell. We of course ran like blazes. She was certainly not overweight, but her scruffy blue jeans did not help to emphasize her figure. And her baggy, rather immature, pink Minnie Mouse T-shirt seemed to be an attempt to conceal rather than promote the 18-year old's rather large breasts."Well, Abbie," Miss Barnard smiled thinly, "welcome to your first day at Bellevue Home For Retired Gentlefolk. I trust that your time with us will be a productive one." Thank you, Miss Barnard," said the youngster shyly, addressing her new boss as.